My Little shell
My little shell
I run and run and try to hide
to see if you will stay by my side
and sometimes I come out of my shell
and dare to risk having a close friend again
but sometimes people become my shell
until they say give me some space buddy
so I do and go to my shell alone, but understanding.
but lately my shell has been smashed to bits
and I am just as fragile as I used to be
and long for just a talk with anyone who will listen
and I am finding that those little pieces of sand
I was hurt by in the past, the Lord has turned to pearls
and I want to share them with you.